Hotel Room

Scarlett

I remember how I felt after Aiden's loss, and the hardest part was how I had to carry on. I couldn't tell anyone about him because he was human, and Dad and Mama put my broodiness down to hormones. Although at times it was on the tip of my tongue, wanting to scream how I was feeling, wanting to share how I felt but couldn't. I never could.

Elijah is the first person I've told and I don't even know how I managed that, but now that I have I feel just a little lighter.

His return was what began my healing. I had slowly begun seeing him differently. His sandy brown curls reminded me of the sun, his cerulean eyes of the brightest ocean and his smirk, that sizzling sexy smirk that began to make my stomach feel all funny…

He had been the one to unintentionally heal my broken heart. My feelings for him replaced my thoughts of Aiden. But it also brought me pain too, because I thought he would never return those feelings.

"You're one of the bravest people I know, Red. It's ok to feel. I may not have known him but he was one lucky fucker to have captured your heart. I want you to know that," he says, caressing my cheek.

"Elijah-"

My heart begins thundering when he leans in and places a deep, tender kiss on my lips. It's different, not fuelled by lust; his lips are soft, the fresh honeyed taste of his mouth is delicious, his intoxicating scent consumes me.

A surge of emotions runs through me as I kiss him back with equal softness, we're caressing one another's lips as if committing it to memory. Each caress… each touch… It's unexplainable.

He pulls away after a moment and I wished it could last forever.

"You have a thing for forbidden relationships, don't you?" he says, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. "I mean, first a human, which is not allowed and now your stepbrother…"

"Hey, this was your idea, and aren't you the one that keeps saying you are not my brother?" I say, even as my heart skips a beat at the way he's looking at me. "Besides, it's not a relationship, remember?"

His smirk vanishes and my stomach sinks a little.

Yeah, this isn't a relationship, it'll soon be over. But then why did that kiss we just shared feel different? Am I allowing him to cross a line that's only going to leave me broken?

"You know what I mean, involvements," he says, getting out of the car. He gets our luggage, easily carrying everything and we both walk into the Inn.

I excuse myself to use the toilets, leaving the luggage with Elijah, who gets us booked in. When I return, he's holding up a key card between two fingers, the smirk on his face making me narrow my eyes.

"You better not give me that cliché ‘they only had one room available' shit that only happens in books and movies," I growl, and Elijah smirks.

"Nope, they had a few, but I booked one. We're in another town; it's safer if we stay close," he states as I cross my arms.

"Aww, I never knew baby Alpha Lijah Wijah needed protection," I coo, pulling his cheek. He glares at me, tugging free as I snatch the card from him and look at the room number. "You are unbelievable."

I turn leading the way to the lift with him right behind me.

"You're the one who would need protecting, Red. Not me," he mutters with a frown. I snort in return.

"You just needed an excuse," I state as we step inside the lift. I'm quiet. Although I'm not showing it, I feel a little anxious. Sharing a room with him…

I glance at Elijah, his face is serious, that perfect angled jaw taut as he looks at me moodily. Seems I bruised someone's alpha ego. I hate how he just looks even hotter right now… that familiar ache in my core returning.

The fact that I am sharing a room with Elijah makes me get a little nervous. I glance at him and a sexy smirk crosses his lips.

"What's wrong? Not nervous that we're sharing a room, right?" he whispers mockingly as he leans closer. I push him away, but he refuses to budge.

"Elijah…" I say, warningly. He simply smirks, looking down at my rising and falling chest before he steps back. Tonight is going to be interesting.

The lift dings and the doors slide open. We both step out and walk down the hall to our room. Unlocking the door, I am relieved to see there are two single beds, despite only having a small gap between them.

Elijah smirks. "Not too disheartened that there are two beds instead of one, right, Red?" he asks, dumping the luggage down and I give him a look.

"No, it is a shame the beds aren't further apart though," I say, glaring at him. "I'm going to shower first. I feel dirty."

My words make him smirk and I roll my eyes. I am not even going to bother explaining myself to him.

"We could shower together. What do you think?" Elijah offers, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he walks towards me. My heart hammers as I feel the familiar excitement rush through me.

"I don't think so," I say, the back of my legs hitting the bed and I can no longer move further back. But it doesn't stop him. He pushes me onto the bed, making me gasp.

Before I can even get up he's suddenly on top of me, straddling me, grabbing my wrists and pinning them to the bed beside my head. "You really need to stop doing that," I breathe, far too aware of his gaze raking over me.

Goddess, Elijah is straddling me… it almost feels like a scene from one of my dirty fantasies.

"Doing what?" he asks huskily.

"Manhandling me," I say, my core throbbing. I won't admit it, but the way he handles me turns me on. Maybe I'm sick in the head, well I am I guess.

He leans down and I suck in my stomach, pressing my thighs together as his package presses against my stomach. His lips meet my neck, making me moan, feeling the familiar wetness between my legs.

Fuck, what did I just do?

My cheeks burn and I hope he doesn't mock me.

"Get used to it. You're my plaything now, Kitten, and I don't do gentle," he whispers in my ear before he inhales deeply. A low growl rumbles in his chest, and I know he's smelt me. I bite my lip, feeling him throb against my stomach. He flicks his tongue across my neck, sending a shiver of pleasure running through me.

I tense, realising what we're doing and try to brush him off. "Good… neither do I," I shoot back challengingly.

He smirks as he moves back, leaning in for a kiss when, to my utter embarrassment, my stomach rumbles and I groan.

He chuckles. "Seriously? Considering the number of snacks you ate," he teases, getting off me. If he is going to get food, he needs to go get it before all the food shops close for the night.

I sit up, pouting as I rub my tummy.

"I'm a big girl," I say.

Elijah's gaze falls to my breasts. "Definitely a big girl," he says.

His attention is still on me. If he continues to tease me like this, pushing my boundaries, I don't know what will happen. Although I agreed to this, I am not ready to rush into anything so quickly.

I want him, yet when the opportunity presents itself, it is daunting. I want him, that is for certain, but the timing is not right. Not yet.

"What do you fancy?" he asks, raking his fingers through his hair.

"Fish and chips? If you can't find that, a burger or pizza is fine," I say, kicking off my shoes. He nods, taking the key card, a small smirk on his lips.

"I shouldn't be long." I nod and Elijah leaves the room. Stretching, I stand up and plug my phone in to charge. I pull my top off and unzip my pants. Just as I am shimmying out of them, the door that Elijah just left through suddenly opens.

"I forgot my…" Elijah says from behind me, trailing off.

I look down, realising how this looks. I'm bent down, my pants lowered, and I'm only wearing a thong today. Fuck.

My heart is pounding just like his but this time his is far louder than mine, it's like a thundering horse.

His heart is racing, and for some crazy reason I take my sweet time as I slowly step out of my pants, about to toss them aside when a low growl leaves Elijah's lips. I turn to see a clear look of raw carnal lust in those dark blue cobalt eyes that are now trained on me.